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Zac Brown Band - Highway 20 Ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way A day would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Son, there's things I haven't told you Your mom and me couldn't get along So I'll drive And I think about my life And wonder why That I slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride A day might come you'll realize that if you see through my eyes There was no other way to work it out And a part of you might hate me But, son, please don't mistake me For a man that didn't care at all And I drive And I think about my life And wonder why That I slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride So when you drive And the years go flying by I hope you smile If I ever cross your mind It was a pleasure of my life And I cherished every time And my whole world It begins and ends with you On that Highway 20 ride.... Whoa-ho-oh-oh 20 ride Whoa-ho-oh-oh 20 ride Whoa-ho-oh-oh Highway 20 ride And I ride Whoa-ho-oh-oh |
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